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    Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814
    Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814
    Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814
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    Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814

    By George Cary Eggleston

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    "Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814" by George Cary Eggleston. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 19, 2019
    ISBN4064066163242
    Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814

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      Captain Sam - George Cary Eggleston

      George Cary Eggleston

      Captain Sam: The Boy Scouts of 1814

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      [email protected]

      EAN 4064066163242

      Table of Contents

      CAPTAIN SAM.

      CHAPTER I.

      A MUTINY.

      CHAPTER II.

      GETTING EVEN IN THE DARK.

      CHAPTER III.

      REVENGE OF A DIFFERENT SORT.

      CHAPTER IV.

      A CERTIFICATE OF CHARACTER.

      CHAPTER V.

      SAM LAYS HIS PLANS.

      CHAPTER VI.

      CAPTAIN SAM BEGINS HIS MARCH.

      CHAPTER VII.

      SAM'S TRAVELLING FACTORY.

      CHAPTER VIII.

      A MOTION WHICH WAS NOT IN ORDER.

      CHAPTER IX.

      JAKE ELLIOTT GETS EVEN WITH SAM.

      CHAPTER X.

      A DISTURBANCE IN CAMP.

      CHAPTER XI.

      BACKWOODS GEOMETRY.

      CHAPTER XII.

      HOW TO HAVE A LONG HEAD.

      CHAPTER XIII.

      WHAT DOES SAM MEAN?

      CHAPTER XIV.

      SAM CLEARS UP THE MYSTERY.

      CHAPTER XV.

      A FOREST SHIP YARD.

      CHAPTER XVI.

      CAPTAIN SAM PLAYS THE PART OF A SKIPPER.

      CHAPTER XVII.

      THLUCCO.

      CHAPTER XVIII.

      INJUN NO FOOL.

      CHAPTER XIX.

      SAM SEEKS INFORMATION IN THE DARK.

      CHAPTER XX.

      A SUSPICIOUS OCCURRENCE.

      CHAPTER XXI.

      JAKE ELLIOTT MAKES ANOTHER EFFORT TO GET EVEN.

      CHAPTER XXII.

      THE SEA FIGHT.

      CHAPTER XXIII.

      CAPTAIN SAM.

      The End.

      CAPTAIN SAM.

      CHAPTER I.

      Table of Contents

      A MUTINY.

      Table of Contents

      Drop Cap

      f you open your mouth again, I'll drive my fist down your throat!"

      The young man, or boy rather,—for he was not yet eighteen years old,—who made this very emphatic remark, was a stalwart, well-built youth, lithe of limb, elastic in movement, slender, straight, tall, with a rather thin face, upon which there was as yet no trace of coming beard, high cheek bones, and eyes that seemed almost to emit sparks of fire as their lids snapped rapidly together. He spoke in a low tone, without a sign of anger in his voice, but with a look of earnestness which must have convinced the person to whom he addressed his not very suave remark, that he really meant to do precisely what he threatened.

      As he spoke he laid his left hand upon the other's shoulder, and placed his face as near to his companion's as was possible without bringing their noses into actual contact; but he neither clenched nor shook his fist. Persons who mention weapons which they really have made up their minds to use, do not display them in a threatening manner. That is the device of bullies who think to frighten their adversaries by the threatening exhibition as they do by their threatening words. Sam Hardwicke was not a bully, and he did not wish to frighten anybody. He merely wished to make the boy hold his tongue, and he meant to do that in any case, using whatever measure of violence he might find necessary to that end. He mentioned his fist merely because he meant to use that weapon if it should be necessary.

      His companion saw his determination, and remained silent.

      Now, resumed Sam, I wish to say something to all of you, and I will say it to you as an officer should talk to soldiers on a subject of this sort. Fall into line! Right dress! steady, front!

      The boys were drawn up in line, and their commander stood at six paces from them.

      Attention! he cried, "I wish you to know and remember that we are engaged in no child's play. We are soldiers. You have not yet been mustered into service, it is true, but you are soldiers, nevertheless, and you shall obey as such. Listen. When it became known in the neighborhood that I had determined to join General Jackson and serve as a soldier you boys proposed to go with me. I agreed, with a condition, and that condition was that we should organize ourselves into a company, elect a captain, and march to Camp Jackson under his command, not go there like a parcel of school-boys or a flock of sheep and be sent home again for our pains. You liked the notion, and we made a fair bargain. I was ready to serve under anybody you might choose for captain. I didn't ask you to elect me, but you did it. You voted for me, ever one of you, and made me Captain. From that moment I have been responsible for everything.

      I lead you and provide necessary food. I plan everything and am responsible for everything. If you misbehave as you go through the country I shall be held to blame and I shall be to blame. But not a man of you shall misbehave. I am your commander, you made me that, and you can't undo it. Until we get to Camp Jackson I mean to command this company, and I'll find means of enforcing what I order. That is all. Right face! Break ranks!

      A shout went up, in reply.

      Good for Captain Sam! cried the boys. Three cheers for our captain!

      Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!

      All the boys,—there were about a dozen of them—joined in this shout, except Jake Elliott, the mutineer, who had provoked the young captain's anger by insisting upon quitting the camp without permission, and had even threatened Sam when the young commander bade him remain where he was.

      The revolt was effectually quelled. The mutineer had found a master in his former school-mate, and forebore to provoke the threatened corporal punishment further.

      The camp was in the edge of a strip of woods on the bank of the Alabama river, the time, afternoon, in the autumn of the year 1814. The boys had marched for three days through canebrakes, and swamps, and had still a long march before them. Sam had called a halt earlier than usual that day for reasons of his own, which he did not explain to his fellows. Jake Elliott had objected, and his objection being peremptorily overruled by Sam, he had undertaken to go on alone to the point at which he wished to pass the remainder of the day, and the night. Sam had ordered him to remain within the lines of the camp. He had replied insolently with a threat that he would himself take charge of the camp, as the oldest person there, when Sam quelled the mutiny after the manner already set forth.

      Now that he was effectually put down, he brooded sulkily, meditating revenge.

      As night came on, the camp fire of pitch pine threw a ruddy glow over the trees, and the boys, weary as they were with marching, gathered around the blazing logs, and laughed and sang merrily, Jake Elliott was silent and sullen through it all, and when at last Sam ordered all to their rest for the night, Jake crept off to a tree near the edge of the prescribed camp limits and threw himself down there. Presently a companion joined him, a boy not more than fourteen years of age, who was greatly awed by Sam's sternness, and who naturally sought to draw Jake into conversation on the subject.

      You're as big as Sam is, he said after a while, and I wonder you let him talk so sharp to you. You're afraid o' him, aint you?

      No, but you are.

      Yes I am. I'm afraid o' the lightning too, and he's got it in him, or I'm mistaken.

      Yes 'n' you fellows hurrahed for him, 'cause you was afraid to stand up for yourselves.

      To stand up for you, you mean, Jake. It wasn't our quarrel. We like Sam, if we are afraid o' him, an' between him an' you there wa'nt no call for us to take sides against him. Besides we're soldiers, you know, an' he's capt'n.

      A purty capt'n he is, aint he, an' you're a purty soldier, aint you. A soldier owning up that he's afraid, said Jake tauntingly.

      Well, you're afraid too, you know you are, else you wouldn't 'a' shut up that way like a turtle when he told you to.

      "No, I aint afraid, neither, and you'll find it out 'fore you're done with it. I didn't choose to say anything then, but I'll get even with Sam Hardwicke yet, you see if I don't."

      Mas' Jake, said a lump of something which had been lying quietly a little way off all this time, but which now raised itself up and became a black boy by the name of Joe, who had insisted upon accompanying Sam in his campaigns; Mas' Jake, I'se dun know'd Mas' Sam a good deal better'n you know him, an' I'se dun seed a good many things try to git even wid him, 'fore now; Injuns, water, fire, sunshine, fever 'n ager, bullets an' starvation all dun try it right under my eyes, an' bless my soul none on 'em ever managed it yit.

      You shut up, you black rascal, was the only reply vouchsafed the colored boy.

      Me? he asked, oh, I'll shut up, of course, but I jist thought I'd tell you 'cause you might make a sort o' 'zastrous mistake you know. Other folks dun dun it fore now, tryin' to git even wid Mas' Sam.

      Go to sleep, you rascal, replied Jake, or I'll skin you alive.

      Joe snored immediately and Jake's companion laughed as he crept away toward the fire. An hour later the camp was slumbering quietly in the starlight, Sam sleeping by himself under a clump of bushes on the side of the camp opposite that chosen by Jake Elliott for his resting-place.

      CHAPTER II.

      Table of Contents

      GETTING EVEN IN THE DARK.

      Table of Contents

      Drop Cap

      am Hardwicke had thrown himself down under a clump of bushes, as I have said, a little apart from the rest of the boys. Before he went to sleep, however, his brother Tom, a lad about twelve years of age, but rather large for his years, came and lay down by his side, the two falling at once into conversation.

      What made you fire up so quick with Jake Elliott, Sam? asked the younger boy.

      Because he is a bully who would give trouble if he dared. I didn't want to have a fight with him and so I thought it best to take the first opportunity of teaching him the first duty of a soldier,—obedience.

      But you might have reasoned with him, as you generally do with people.

      No I couldn't, replied Sam.

      Why not? Tom asked.

      Because he isn't reasonable. He's the sort of person who needs a master to say 'do' and 'don't.' Reasoning is thrown away on some people.

      But you had good reasons, didn't you, for stopping here instead of going on further? asked Tom.

      Certainly. There's the Mackey house five miles ahead, and if we'd gone on we must have stopped near it to night?

      Well, what of that?

      Jake Elliott would have pilfered something there.

      How do you know? asked Tom in some surprise at his brother's positiveness.

      Because, Sam replied, "he tried to steal some eggs last

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